I'm doing work! I've cleaned, rearranged PCs in the office (always fun, I wait for the day I start one of the older ones and encounter a dos prompt), wrote mails, repaired bikes and I plan to finish my report tomorrow.
I'll even take my sax out for the first time in months. The mind boggles.
Look at me, I move around and do stuff! I'm no longer glued to the sofa. It's amazing!
Hmmmm, looking at this sillyness - maybe not all that different a person then.
For any Germans: Does the term Klotzbodenbeutel mean anything to you? Just to settle a slight disagreement with my father :D